21 Balloons? 🎈

“Ma, you need to push a little more” 🥺

“yes ma, we’re almost there”.

” Oku di e ma” 🤲🏾

“You’re doing very good ma’am”.

I opened my eyes and I could see a number of men and women in white coats and gowns staring at me. I was confused but I managed to scream in my tiny little voice. I saw their face lit up.

“She’s a girl” the man I was in his arms said.

I heard a loud cry of joy in the room and as the doctors were trying to stabilize the woman who just went through labor, reality began to dawn on me.

I was born.

My journey in this world began. It was real. My mom held me in her arms and shed tears of joy. I was a wanted child and a bundle of joy.

We was discharged and I had the littlest idea of how loud and busy it was about to be. I would say I was a bad receptionist, reason being that everytime someone came around to see me, I was either sleeping or I was sleeping. 😂

moving forward..

I grew up with my grandparents as you must have read in one of my previous article and growing up wasn’t so fun at all. I had little or no friends. I barely knew anyone let alone associate with them.

whew!

My childhood went by very fast now that I think of it. I had very little knowledge of so many things and I mean living with my grandparents?

Of course I had very little accesss to many things.

I got admission into a girl’s only secondary school and I can just tell you a lot goes on there more than people know on the outside.

Really. 😂

Those comments are stories for another article. I passed through school and school definitely passed through me. This one shaped a larger part of me and even though it seemed like torture then, I am a bit grateful for some part of it.

I had started living with my parents during my secondary school days and wanting to see them was my utmost priorities in my early teenage years. I was always waiting for end of term just to go home.

Last part!

I got admission into the University and my journey into life began. This was in my late teenage years and I was so excited. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be in a University.

I mean everyone’s always talking about it, how fun could it be?

It was fun, not so bad. I had my freedom at least. I was shocked at some point because this wasn’t what I had in mind the University was supposed to look like. The classes were so exhausting and all I always wanted to do was sleep.

My first year wasn’t so rosy either. I had to navigate my way out of that storm to be a better person.

I suddenly lost the urge I always had to always go home. I never wanted to go back home.

Let’s say adulthood was hitting I guess. I realized I had to start taking responsibilities for my actions.

The reality of adulthood dawned on me and I realized I wasn’t getting younger.

I started realizing so much and the consequences of my actions and attitudes. It was overwhelming and crazy at most. It even felt difficult at some point but I had too.

The past 20 years has been full of lessons, mistakes, grief, decision making, demands, hope and anxiety. The constant urge of trying to stay relevant at a very young age.

The courage to be brave even in the face of your fears.

I must say growth has really happened and I am grateful to God, my family and a few friends. Thank you for moulding me into what I am today and staying by my side even when I was the last person you wanted to see. I have made mistakes and I am really sorry if I have in one way or the other hurt you.

Here’s to 21, a new chapter of writing. A new chapter of decision making. A new chapter of friendship and love. I am still learning and will forever keep learning. Thank you for starting this journey with me.

Let’s make 21 a very great year!🎉

Let’s live, love and grow!